I’m not going to blog today.
Yesterday we found Dad dead in his bed. We didn’t really realise how sick he’d been. Neither did he. He’d only been living here in Tassie for a few months, after 25 years on the other side of the country.
I miss him already, and feel the guilt for all the times I didn’t call, or didn’t make more effort. I didn’t know our time was nearly up.
This is an old pic, taken the last time he came down on holiday, back when he had energy, and loved to play games. I wish he’d moved back then.
I wish he didn’t have to go.
I pray he’s free now, and he’s got his neck straight. It always bothered him, that.
Miss you Dad. Love you.
Megan.
Megan Sayer 
Free. Yes. Free and beautiful.
so sorry to read this Megan – may you feel our Heavenly Father’s loving arms wrapped around you tightly today – be kind to yourself.
Isaiah 40:1 xx
My heart goes out to you, Megan. Consider yourself hugged and I’ll be praying that you find peace from your guilt. We do what we can, and maybe he could have reached out to you for help – if he felt he needed it. Sending you an emotional hug.
Oh Dear God, Megan, my Dad transitioned last week shortly after being told he had stage 4 lung cancer. I can’t stop crying for him, he fought hard & loved life. He’s in Indiana, had a hard life with his children being so selfish. I wish he had had a better life. Dad was a gentle man in the wrong family. It’s his Time to be held up & prayed for & to. I love my Dad, I mss so much “what could’ve been.” is my regret for him.
I don’t think things will be the same in your heart & soul….and I, personally don’t want them to be. Your tears will sooth your pain but will never wash away your love. Love grows threw tears.
My love, unstanding, & Peace to you…
Sending you love at this sad time
So sorry Megan, be kind to yourself, Dad would want that?